Нет, царевич, я не та…
Lyrics
Intro: Haunting shakuhachi flute melody, slow, deliberate taiko drum pulse, atmospheric shamisen plucks
Intro: Haunting shakuhachi flute melody, slow, deliberate taiko drum pulse, atmospheric shamisen plucks
Verse 1: Melody enters, carried by acoustic guitar and shamisen, vocals are intimate and narrative
Verse 1: Melody enters, carried by acoustic guitar and shamisen, vocals are intimate and narrative
Нет, царевич, я не та,
Кем меня ты видеть хочешь,
И давно мои уста
Не целуют, а пророчат.
Verse 2: Drums (bass and snare) enter subtly, building tension, vocals become more intense
Verse 2: Drums (bass and snare) enter subtly, building tension, vocals become more intense
Не подумай, что в бреду
И замучена тоскою
Громко кличу я беду:
Ремесло мое такое.
Solo: Expressive, melodic shamisen solo, supported by full band but restrained, emotional peak
Solo: Expressive, melodic shamisen solo, supported by full band but restrained, emotional peak
Chorus: Full band comes in with energy, driving rhythm, electric guitars, powerful and dramatic vocals
Chorus: Full band comes in with energy, driving rhythm, electric guitars, powerful and dramatic vocals
А умею научить,
Чтоб нежданное случилось,
Как навеки приручить
Ту, что мельком полюбилась.
Bridge: Music becomes tense, dynamics drop, vocals are warning and filled with despair
Bridge: Music becomes tense, dynamics drop, vocals are warning and filled with despair
Славы хочешь? — у меня
Попроси тогда совета,
Только это — западня,
Где ни радости, ни света.
...ни радости, ни света... [vocals filled with sorrow and hopelessness]
...ни радости... ни света... [vocals fade, almost a broken whisper]
Break: Full stop. 2 seconds of complete silence.
Outro: Music calms down to sparse shamisen and shakuhachi, vocals are tired and resigned
Outro: Music calms down to sparse shamisen and shakuhachi, vocals are tired and resigned
Ну, теперь иди домой... [calm, tired vocals, releasing him]
Да забудь про нашу встречу... [spoken softly, as an afterthought]
А за грех твой, милый мой, [voice becomes internal, weary]
Я пред Господом отвечу… [voice filled with pain and acceptance]
Я отвечу… [a pained, almost inaudible whisper]